I aim to think again
after I drink this gin.
Oh God where have you been?
Pray for my soul to mend.
Like the person who sits next to me
and in heavy silence abuses me.
Like the native born who cries for rain
and his child who will just know pain.
I'm confused and I don't know
which way these muddy waters flow.
With the earth wind fire and you're red hair
I could smoke this dream to everywhere.
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